Here's the next chappie! I actually like this one the best out of all of them, besides Paint, which you'll see later...but anyways, I intend to get some work done this weekend and if I work really hard, I'll have finished another chapter of Standing Aside! Yay, she's finally getting off her lazy ass to write n' stuff! Thank you to all the reviewers! Keep 'em coming!
Enjoy if you can, if you can't...don't flame me...
Bottom of the Barrel
2g) Essay
by sakanascales876
Mamoru couldn't help but feel incredibly out of place as he set his book bag onto the lavender carpet, taking in the hundreds of plush toys before him. Yeah, he thought. This is definitely Odango's room. Said girl had pranced into her closet not long after telling him that her uniform smelled like her cat, and she was in desperate need of clothes, leaving him to wander around her house until he found what he'd deduced to be her bedroom.
As if on cue, Usagi bounced out of the closet donning her pajamas and bunny slippers. Smiling, she led him over to her desk, seating him and pulling out some of her textbooks. He, on the other hand, was still gaping at the fact that she was in her pajamas at four in the afternoon.
"I thought I was helping you with your homework, not throwing a slumber party," he commented with a snort, crossing his arms behind his head as she flipped through her notebook for a clean sheet of paper.
She paused, looking up for a moment to roll her eyes at him. "Hey, I'm in the comfort of my own home. I'd be nicer if I were you considering if you wanted that free coffee tomorrow."
"Don't bring out the big guns!" he teased, raising his arms in defense, before peering at the textbook. "So what'd you need my help with anyway?"
"Haruna's making me write a stupid five-paragraph essay, and I have absolutely no idea what to write about or how to do it," she said with a small whimper as she whipped out a pink pen.
"I'm not writing this paper for you, if that's what you wanted."
"No," she grumbled. She was hoping that'd work! "But I just need help writing it."
He leant back on the chair, his eyes scanning the ceiling. "Sounds easy enough. What were you planning on writing about?"
"Maybe the Sailor Senshi," she replied with a shrug, before gasping excitedly, "Or maybe Tuxedo Kamen."
She didn't hear his reply, but a loud thud against the floor. Usagi quickly peered down to see that he'd tipped his chair over. "What are you doing down there?" she inquired, leaning down and lending him a hand up. He took it hesitantly.
He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I was starting a Mariachi band, Odango—I fell over! What does it look like I'm doing?"
"What's a Mo—ree…ahh che-,"
"Just forget it."
With a sigh, he sat himself back next to Usagi. She discreetly slid the notebook over to him, which he looked down to see the letters of the title, 'TUCKSEDO KAMEN,' scrawled in long, bubbly letters that took up the entire line from top to bottom.
He squinted. "You know it's spelled: T-U-X-E-D-O, right?"
Mamoru reached over to her pencil jar, missing her embarrassed blush and her tearing the paper out of the notebook, re-scribbling the title. Turning back to her, he flipped open her textbook and hastily read a paragraph to refresh him memory. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had to write a five-paragraph essay…
A thought occurred to him. "Odango, what do you even know about Tuxedo Kamen?"
He got a sick feeling in his stomach when her eyes twinkled and she let out a dazed sigh. "His favorite color is blue."
"What?" he asked, disbelief tainting his tone. "Why do you think that?"
"I don't think it; I know it," she huffed, making Mamoru slap his forehead with his palm.
Following the groan that escaped his throat, Mamoru flipped to the back of the notebook, tearing out a blank sheet of paper and passing it to Usagi. She stared at it with confusion. "What am I-,"
"Just make a list of everything you know about him. If it's enough, then you can write the essay based off it. If not, then you'll have to pick a different topic."
Usagi nodded and began to scrawl a list furiously, giving Mamoru's mind a moment of peace. His thoughts didn't seem to take advantage of this, though.
Okay, my favorite colors are red and black, not blue, he reflected. There is no way she knows anything about me!
The paper slithered under his nose, Usagi laughingly taunting him with it by brushing his face with it occasionally, watching as his nose twitched. When he popped an eye open, he glared at her.
"I finished," she squeaked as he snatched the sheet from her hand, scanning it with a frown on his face.
TucksedoTuxedo Kamen likes: (A/N: The Tucksedo is supposed to be stricken out, but won't let me :( ...)
Blue
Red Roses
Hats
His cape
Saving people
Saving Sailor Moon
Taking care of his hair
Lurking around at night
Hiding in trees
Giving poetic speeches
Jeez! This list made him sound like a Master-Chief-Creeper! Horrified, he glimpsed down at Usagi, who was scribbling a picture of…well, he didn't know what it was, but it looked like there was a cat in there somewhere.
Bewildered, the first question he asked was, "Why and how do you know his favorite color is blue?"
"Well, duh," she began. "His eyes are blue." And she turned back to continue her drawing, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"But that doesn't mean-!" Mamoru gave a distraught groan. Damn, he was going to be here all night!
He felt her brush her hand against his, worriedly shaking his shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?"
He gave her a weak smile, his hand still burning-in a good way-from where she grasped it.
Maybe, he peeked at the clock on the wall, discovering that it was only a little bit after five; being stuck here won't be all too bad…
I know; corny ending. But in my defense, I wrote this at four in the morning, so there.
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-Fishyscales ;)